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I HAVE been thinking of the victims bound	A
In Naples dying for the lack of air	B
And sunshine in their close damp cells of pain	C
Where hope is not and innocence in vain	C
Appeals against the torture and the chain	C
Unfortunates whose crime it was to share	B
Our common love of freedom and to dare	B
In its behalf Rome's harlot triple crowned	A
And her base pander the most hateful thing	D
Who upon Christian or on Pagan ground	A
Makes vile the old heroic name of king	D
O God most merciful Father just and kind	E
Whom man hath bound let thy right hand unbind	E
Or if thy purposes of good behind	E
Their ills lie hidden let the sufferers find	E
Strong consolations leave them not to doubt	E
Thy providential care nor yet without	E
The hope which all thy attributes inspire	F
That not in vain the martyr's robe of fire	G
Is worn nor the sad prisoner's fretting chain	C
Since all who suffer for thy truth send forth	H
Electrical with every throb of pain	C
Unquenchable sparks thy own baptismal rain	C
Of fire and spirit over all the earth	I
Making the dead in slavery live again	J
Let this great hope be with them as they lie	K
Shut from the light the greenness and the sky	K
From the cool waters and the pleasant breeze	L
The smell of flowers and shade of summer trees	L
Bound with the felon lepers whom disease	L
And sins abhorred make loathsome let them share	B
Pellico's faith Foresti's strength to bear	B
Years of unutterable torment stern and still	M
As the chained Titan victor through his will	M
Comfort them with thy future let them see	N
The day dawn of Italian liberty	N
For that with all good things is hid with Thee	N
And perfect in thy thought awaits its time to be	N
I who have spoken for freedom at the cost	E
Of some weak friendships or some paltry prize	O
Of name or place and more than I have lost	E
Have gained in wider reach of sympathies	L
And free communion with the good and wise	O
May God forbid that I should ever boast	E
Such easy self denial or repine	J
That the strong pulse of health no more is mine	J
That overworn at noonday I must yield	E
To other hands the gleaning of the field	E
A tired on looker through the day's decline	J
For blest beyond deserving still and knowing	D
That kindly Providence its care is showing	D
In the withdrawal as in the bestowing	D
Scarcely I dare for more or less to pray	P
Beautiful yet for me this autumn day	P
Melts on its sunset hills and far away	P
For me the Ocean lifts its solemn psalm	Q
To me the pine woods whisper and for me	N
Yon river winding through its vales of calm	R
By greenest banks with asters purple starred	E
And gentian bloom and golden rod made gay	P
Flows down in silent gladness to the sea	N
Like a pure spirit to its great reward	E
Nor lack I friends long tried and near and dear	S
Whose love is round me like this atmosphere	S
Warm soft and golden For such gifts to me	N
What shall I render O my God to thee	N
Let me not dwell upon my lighter share	B
Of pain and ill that human life must bear	B
Save me from selfish pining let my heart	E
Drawn from itself in sympathy forget	E
The bitter longings of a vain regret	E
The anguish of its own peculiar smart	E
Remembering others as I have to day	P
In their great sorrows let me live alway	P
Not for myself alone but have a part	E
Such as a frail and erring spirit may	P
In love which is of Thee and which indeed Thou art	E

John Greenleaf Whittier

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